Bangles, Bindis, and Broken Dreams!!
Bangles, Bindis, and Broken Dreams!!
I still remember that day—
Fate played its cruelest game.
In a moment, her world shattered,
And nothing was ever the same.
The pink bangles on her fragile wrists
Were crushed, broken without care,
Each shard a symbol of dreams
That vanished into air.
The red bindi, once proudly worn,
Was wiped from her tender brow,
A mark of joy and union
Erased by fate somehow.
All colours fled her sorrowed soul,
Except for mournful white,
A ghostly cloak she’d wear for years,
Through day and endless night.
White would stay, a silent scream
Through childhood’s stolen grace,
And haunt her steps into a youth
She'd never fully face.
Drained of laughter, robbed of choice,
She bore tradition's knife—
Marked and mourned, avoided, scorned,
A burdened, broken life.
Not a girl, not yet a woman,
But a shadow of what might be—
A child widow, lost and free.
Sukant Shandilya
10th April 2025
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